Rock Hard: A Stepbrother Romance (Extreme Sports Alphas)

by B. B. Hamel

She looked amazing as I shut the door behind me, cock already rock hard. Her tits were pressed up high and her lips were pouty as a small smile played across her face.

  “What do you think?” she said softly.

  “Where did you get it?”

  “Victoria’s Secret. Went yesterday.”

  “Holy fuck.”

  “So you like it?”

  I walked over to her and took the bun of her hair in my hand. She gasped softly and smiled at me.

  “I fucking love it, but let’s take it off now.”

  She laughed and pushed me back slightly. I released her hair and she dropped down onto her knees, giving me this cute and seductive fucking look.

  “Not just yet.”

  “Fuck, Becca. Careful or I’m going to come right down your throat.”

  She laughed softly as she yanked down my shorts, revealing my rapidly-stiffening dick. She made a pleased sound as she took it in her hand and began to stroke its length.

  “Who said I’d mind?”

  “Damn, college girl. When did you get so bad?”

  “When you fucked me up against a tree.”

  I smirked. “I have that effect on women.”

  She reached around and smacked my ass. I laughed and she grinned, still stroking my shaft.

  “Did you just spank me?” I asked.

  “Don’t get fresh with me.”

  I reached down and cupped her chin, my face inches away from hers. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here.”

  “You are,” she whispered.

  “Say it again.”

  “You’re in charge.”

  I kissed her softly on the lips. “That’s better.”

  She never broke eye contact as she licked my shaft, root to tip. I grinned and leaned back as she slipped the tip past her lips and began to roll her tongue along its thick head.

  Her mouth was warm and she sucked hard as her lips moved farther down my length, trying to take as much as she could. She rocked back, her hand grasping the base of my dick, as she sucked me slowly, her hand jerking my length. I grunted as pleasure and desire filled me.

  “You look fucking perfect with my big dick in your mouth.”

  She pulled back. “Is this what you like?”

  “I could watch you suck cock for years.”

  “Only years?”

  “I could watch you suck my dick until the day I die.”

  She laughed and began to suck me again, working me harder and faster.

  “Are you trying to make me fucking come in that pretty mouth?”

  Her response was to move faster, her hand working up along my shaft as her lips pulled hard. Her saliva built up and slipped down, a warm sensation around my balls, as she kept sucking. I watched her firm tits bounce, her hair bob, as her head and neck and mouth worked my cock.

  I grunted and put my hands on the back of her head, guiding her mouth farther down my length. I wanted to fuck her pretty face, make her take my thick cock deep down her throat. I wanted to make her mine, to fill her up with my hot cum.

  She moaned with my cock in her mouth as I pushed her farther down, moving my cock in and out. She let me fuck her like that, and after a few seconds I eased up, letting her pull back and take a deep breath.

  “Fuck, Becca,” I grunted.

  “You’re in charge,” she said, smiling and stroking my big cock. “Whatever you want.”

  “Those are the words every man wants to hear.”

  She laughed a little and teased the head of my dick with her tongue. “Anything, Reid. Anything you want.”

  I leaned forward. “Suck that cock again.”

  And then I pressed my dick into her mouth. She began to work my length with an intensity I didn’t know she had, clearly trying to get me off. I looked down the length of her body, at the smooth line of her spine, and wanted to fill up her pussy while grabbing her thick ass.

  Instead, my phone started to ring.

  I looked down at my shorts. Why the fuck did I bring my phone?

  Becca moved back, still gently stroking my dick. “Should you get that?”

  I grunted. “Fuck it.”

  She smiled. “My mouth isn’t going anywhere. Could be important.”

  With another curse, I leaned forward and snatched my phone from the pocket. I checked the caller ID and paused, my heart hammering.

  “What’s up?” I said as I answered.

  “You busy? I got something for you.”

  “It’s late, Thom. Tomorrow.”

  “Nah, man. Gotta meet tonight.”

  I looked at Becca, concern spreading over her face. My dick was still hard as hell and covered in her spit and all I wanted was to take her back to bed and fuck her until she couldn’t think straight.

  “You fucking asshole,” I growled into the phone.

  “What crawled up your ass?”

  “You’re interrupting something.”

  Thom laughed. “Got some hot piece of ass there, Climber?”

  “Where do you want to meet?”

  “Drop site. Half hour.”

  “Fine.”

  I hung up the phone and flung it at the bed.

  “What was that?” Becca asked, standing up.

  “Thom. I have to go meet him.”

  She frowned. “Right now? It’s late.”

  “He made it seem important.”

  “Is everything okay?”

  I pulled my shorts back up, though my hard dick wasn’t showing any signs of relaxing.

  “Probably. Not sure.”

  “Can I do anything?”

  I walked over and kissed her softly on the lips. “No. Stay here. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

  “I’ll be waiting up.”

  I laughed. “Don’t wait up. You probably need the sleep.”

  She frowned. “You don’t want to finish what we started?”

  “Fuck, girl,” I growled. “Of course I do.”

  “Then I’ll wait up.”

  “Sleep. I’ll wake you.”

  She sighed. “Fine. Just be careful.”

  I grinned. “I always am.” Without another word, I slipped out of her room, my hard on pushing up against the mesh of my shorts. I stood with my back to her door for a minute, breathing deep as my dick slowly relaxed.

  Blood diverted from cock to brain as I went back into my bedroom and changed. Just before I left, I grabbed my gun, slipping it into my jeans.

  Just in case. I had no clue what I was walking into.

  The night was quiet and cool. The car started on the first try.

  I was nervous as I pulled into the place where we usually did the drug exchanges. I wasn’t used to being there in a car, and so the place looked a little spooky, like it shouldn’t have existed.

  There was nobody else there. I checked the time on the dash and I was ten minutes late. Either Thom got nervous and left, or he was even later than I was.

  I could feel my pulse ripping along at my throat. I was on edge, worried about why Thom had called me out here. If he had rolled over on me, then I had just walked right into a trap.

  At least I got one last blowjob before I got a bullet in the skull.

  And what a fucking blowjob it was.

  I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard another car pull up next to mine. It took me a second to adjust, but I realized that it was Thom.

  I climbed out. “What’s going on, asshole?” I asked as he cut his engine.

  He opened his door. “What?”

  “I said, why did you call me out here?”

  “Shit, man.” He looked nervous and kept glancing around. “I found something big.”

  That made me pause. “Something big?”

  “Yeah, man. Something big. Something we can maybe use, I don’t know. But I’m fucking terrified that they know, you know?”

  “Slow down. What are you talking about?”

  “The other day, you came to me.”

  “Yeah. What did you find?”
r />   He took a deep breath and held up a packet of papers. “I found these.”

  I reached out and took them from him. He leaned up against the hood of his car, practically shaking like a small dog.

  “Okay, some papers. Great. Why are you so nervous?”

  “I’m afraid they caught me, man.”

  He was talking fast and twitching slightly. I knew right away that he was on something, though I wasn’t sure what.

  “Thom. Start from the beginning.”

  He took another deep breath. “Okay, shit. I got a text about some meeting going down at their usual spot, this shitty bar outside town. I usually don’t go, but they keep me in the loop, just in case.”

  “Why don’t you go?”

  “I’m small time, you know? I don’t want to bring attention.”

  “But you went this time.”

  “Yeah, man. You told me to get you something. Anyway, I showed up, and it was just the usual bullshit. I hung out, said my piece, you know, gave my little report on the dealings, and that was that.”

  “So where did you get this?” I said, holding up the papers.

  “Everyone started getting fucked up, right? Doing blow and all that shit, drinking a lot. I partook a little bit, as usual, but then when things started getting really fucking nuts I snuck into the back room.” He paused and looked around again. His paranoia was beginning to make sense: he was clearly more messed up than I’d realized.

  “So I snuck back there and started going through their shit. I found those papers, thought they looked important. I was gonna grab more but someone saw me. I don’t think they realized what I was doing, I made some excuse up or whatever, but fuck, man, I stole those papers.”

  I looked down at the stack in my hand and started to read through them.

  “Am I totally fucked?” he said after a minute.

  “Shut up. I’m reading.”

  It began to make sense, why he thought the papers were important. The more I read, the more my heart started beating harder, excitement beginning to rise.

  On the surface they were normal papers. It was a deed of ownership, plus some expense reports, for the Blue. There was nothing particularly out of the ordinary about them.

  Except the fact that they were in some gangster’s private office. Why the fuck would mobsters from Canada own some shitty diner in Ridgewood?

  “You did good,” I said to Thom.

  “Yeah, you think so?”

  “Definitely. Do you know what these mean?”

  He shook his head. “Someone owns the Blue, I guess. Seems weird, right?”

  “Very weird.” I almost started laughing as it dawned on me. “You know why gangsters would own a diner?”

  “No fucking clue, man. Maybe they really like fucking burgers and fries?”

  “Do you know what money laundering is?”

  He shrugged. “Heard it before on TV. Not really sure how it works, though.”

  “It’s what people that sell drugs or shit like that have to do with all their cash. See, they can’t just start spending it or else the government is going to notice. What they need to do is somehow make it legal and taxable so they can start spending it again, all legit and whatnot.”

  “What’s that have to do with the Blue?”

  “Money laundering works by taking a legit revenue stream, like a fucking shitty diner, and slipping that illegal money into it.”

  Thom looked at me blankly. “How’s that happen?”

  “Basically they put the cash into the registers and cook the books to make it all look legit.”

  “How does this help us?”

  “We know where their money is. We have some leverage now.”

  He nodded. “If we know where the money is, we know where to hurt them.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Shit, Climber. You’re one devious motherfucker.”

  “I know that. But listen, you might want to lay low for a little while.”

  “Shit, you think?”

  “If they notice this stuff is missing, they’ll blame you.”

  “They won’t notice. That place was a fucking pigsty.”

  I patted his shoulder, shaking my head. One second he thought he was fucked, and the next he was totally fine. “Whatever you say, man. Just be careful.”

  “Shit, Climber. I’m careful as fuck.”

  He laughed, and I could tell that whatever he took earlier was still working in his bloodstream. He was bouncing between paranoid and invincibility. I guessed he was on at least coke, probably a few other things, too.

  “You good to drive home?” I asked.

  “Sure am. I’m glad we talked. I was feeling pretty nervous there.”

  “Don’t be. You did good.” I walked back toward my car. “If you find anything else, call me.” I reached my car and couldn’t believe my fucking luck. I figured Thom would get a little freaked out, but I never imagined he would actually actively try to help me so soon.

  “Climber?” he called out.

  I paused. “What’s up?”

  “I need something more from you.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  He took a step closer to me. “I can’t keep risking my shit just for you. I need something else.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “What do you want?”

  “The next shipment you get? I want you to steal half of it.”

  I gaped at him. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “That or ten thousand dollars cash. Your call.”

  “I can’t do either of those things.”

  He grinned at me. “You fucking better, Climber. Otherwise I’ll rat, and you’re dead.”

  I clenched my jaw. “You piece of shit.”

  He shrugged. “Sorry, man. It’s just business.”

  I reached back and gripped the gun in my waistband. I wanted so badly to pull it out and shoot the bitch right in the face, watch him die right there, but that was crazy. I was angry, not insane.

  Instead, I just nodded. As much as I hated it, I needed him. He was my inside guy.

  “Fine. I’ll figure it out.”

  “See you soon then.”

  I got into my car, started the engine, and pulled out.

  Thom called me devious, but he was clearly the fucking crafty one. He was probably playing me from the start, getting my hopes up, getting my brain going, sucking me in. Then he dropped the bomb he was planning on dropping all along.

  I couldn’t steal those drugs. They’d know it was me, and they knew where I lived. And I didn’t have anywhere near ten grand.

  As I sped back home, back toward Becca and her sweet fucking pussy, my head was abuzz with plans and more plans, trying to work my way out of the fucked-up situation I was in.

  I parked the car and quietly crept back inside, making sure I didn’t wake up my mom and Jack. I moved up the stairs and slowly pushed open Becca’s bedroom door.

  The sound of her deep, slow breathing filled the space.

  I smiled to myself. She really had fallen asleep. Part of me figured she’d wait up.

  As I moved to leave, she rolled over. “Reid?” she asked.

  I stepped back inside. “Yeah, it’s me.”

  “Is everything okay?”

  I shut the door behind me. “It is now.”

  “Come here,” she said, sitting up and smiling at me.

  “Gladly.”

  I crossed the room, ready to forget about my problems.

  Chapter Seventeen: Rebecca

  I was exhausted the next morning, like I was every morning since Reid started sneaking into my room at night.

  It was the sweetest exhaustion I had ever felt.

  I was half awake and still thinking about Reid as I stumbled downstairs, dressed for the early shift at work, my hair pulled up into a tight bun. I poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table to try and get myself together before I left the house.

  I had no clue where he had gone the night before when we had
been so rudely interrupted. He didn’t say when he got back and I didn’t have much of a chance to push him before his mouth was all over me again.

  And when I woke up, he was already gone. His room was empty and his boots were gone.

  I knew it probably had to do with the smuggling. I was still having trouble rectifying that in my mind, trying to come to grips with Reid smuggling prescription drugs from Canada, but it seemed like with every orgasm it got easier and easier.

  I sighed, sipping my coffee. It was like he was fucking the criminal into me. In my past life, out at school, I couldn’t have imagined ever being with someone involved with drugs, let alone smuggling them. But Reid was Reid and he had something special about him.

  Plus, it helped that every dime he made went to his mom’s cancer treatment. Scumbags didn’t spend all their time and money on their sick moms.

  Still, I was the good girl. The straight-A student. I was going to graduate school soon. I’d barely smoked pot, let alone took pills. It was such a cliché, but it was the truth.

  Reid was changing something in me. I felt more open, freer.

  “What are you smiling about?

  I looked up with a start. “Hey, Dad. You scared me.”

  “Scared you? It’s not a big house,” he grumbled as he poured himself some coffee.

  “Why aren’t you at work yet?”

  “Getting a late start this morning.” He sat down across from me. “Mill had some repairs overnight.”

  “Anything cool?”

  “No. Unless you find hydrothermal cooling techniques cool.”

  “Can’t have ‘hydrothermal cooling’ without ‘cool,’ right?”

  He cocked his head and then laughed. “Good one. I’m a little dense this morning.”

  “How’s everything else going? I feel like I barely see you.”

  “Good. Busy at the mill. A few guys got laid off so I’ve been picking up their slack.”

  I frowned. “Should we be concerned?”

  He waived his hand “Not at all, sweetie. Everything is fine.”

  We lapsed into a short silence and I sipped my coffee. My dad looked ragged, exhausted, probably even more tired than I was. I barely slept because I was too busy having sex with my stepbrother every night. He didn’t sleep because he was too busy working all the time, trying to support the family.

  “By the way,” he said, cutting into my thoughts. “You been hearing some weird noises at night?”